Monday, February 9, 2009

How to Avoid The Fear of Change


Have you seen lately that more and more people start to fret about the posting they are going into? Some said they are going to the worst posting, some says they are going through hell. All mean the same. We don't enjoy our posting, or the rotation is not meant for human.

Most of us prefer to dwell in the latter one. Blaming other people is always easier than working out our self conflict. Yes, we work extra long hours, sometimes up to 36 hour non-stop. We seldom get adequate rest, most of us came to work with 'panda' eyes. Most of all, we get all the work, plus the scoldings as well. Isn't that what we have expected? Is that what we have signed up for? Why regret now?

People loves to tell stories, and most of the time, the stories aren't what it is. Sad to day, we chose to believe the stories. People might tell us, how bad it is to go into this posting, how bad the superior is, how hard it is to work extra hours, all sorts of things. These are stories anyway. Stories that will bring us down and demotivate us. We cannot predict what will happen in future, nor we can change the past. Its now that's most important. We lived out each seconds like its the last. We work like one at a time. There is no problem that cannot be solved. We choose to write our own stories, not dwell in theirs.

Be a non-conformist. Do not live by others' shadow. You are the best, and no one else. Just be who you are, not dictated by the stories.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Reflections: Obstetric and Gynaecology


The end is near. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel now, but what lurks ahead might be total darkness to me. The once happy go lucky, couldn't-care-less person I used to be now underwent changes. Every words I said, everything I did now carries weight, and I have to be responsible to it.
Four months of delivering babies, supposed to be the happiest moment in life. Why I didn't feel the joy? Was I not passionate with my job? I think not. Come to think about it, I think it was due to the medicolegal stuffs that daunt every doctors. How could you be happy if you wake up everyday waiting for phone calls that one day will bring you down, tear your reputation, take away your hard-earned pay and ruined your medical profession. With these thoughts, how could you be happy?
Speaking of hardship, I am already anticipated long work hours ahead, scowling from boss, friends that's take advantage. Its already a norm. What I need is excitement, excitement that brings fire and passion in this job, to get me through.
On the light side, I've someone to share with me the ups and down through the hardship. I've count my blessings. Thanks to the one, that make my life better and more complete. For now, I just want to go home.